Thieves in conjunction!

Redd stopped Just in front of a mini-mart, observing the so called "Loss prevention". The overweight man was dressed in a pitch black button up and light-brown khakis and dress shoes. It was obvious that this three-hundred pound cheetoh eating fuck was a sad excuse for loss prevention AT BEST.
Redd snorted, continueing on to walk inside.
" At least it isn't going to be a challenge"
Of course in any circumstances It wouldn't be a challenge to begin with-- what with Redd's agility it would be impressive if they even SAW him.
He was dressed in a grey shirt and blue-jeans, fitting the part of any other normal teenage boy. Across from his exponentially large hair-- shaped into an afro, he was the perfect picture of someone you wouldn't expect to steal and this was exactly what he was going for.
A surge of cool air bustled up from the floor to meet him as the automatic doors shushed open before him. He'd always greeted this feeling with open arms, but it was't apparent to him why because normally he Hated the cold.
It never really occured to him until now that he was upwards of three-hundred years old and was still stealing candy from small convenience stores.... He shrugged these thoughts off- Redd was usually one to keep his own thoughts at bay so the deflection of these ones was easy enough. He dwelled on other things-- mostly the other people that littered this small grocery store-- which was easily the size of a 21st century wall mart.
He walked with a certain swagger that gave him the air and feel that he was doing exactly what he was supposed to be doing. He'd arrived at the sweets area shortly, He walked at a normal pace-- as if the candy isle wasn't his destination at all. If one was observing closely, They would have noticed His upper body become somewhat of a blur before snapping back to its original position as he passed by a rack of taffy.
Of course Redd was only caught when he wanted to be-- even if someone had noticed this they would readily dis-miss it as their mind playing tricks on them but they would be wrong to assume this. If you'd been paying attention to him at all you would have noticed his hand was now in his pocket-- where it hadn't been before.
Redd strolled about the store as if he owned the place-- smiling and waving hello to employee's and customers alike-- even stopping a woman with a stroller to greet her and her baby. Yes During these times was when Redd was a model citizen He'd been trapped in the body of a 16 year old but he looked as if he was no older than 13 and that was his niche. He referred to everyone as ma'am or sir spoke in the most proper way possible and he was never suspected of anything.
These things that he stopped to observe mysteriously began dis-appearing from the isle shelves. Most of which He didn't even NEED yet he felt he deserved. In this sense Redd's morality was warped but he though nothing of it. "Survival of the fittest" he called it and to him thats what it was.......

Redd had been just on his way out when his foot fell on a chocolate wrapper. His left foot slid forward, tossing the rest of his body upwards into the air.
His legs climbed higher and higher as he opened his mouth wide to take a breath-- but this wasn't because he was falling it was because of the sight of a white child dis-appearing from view.. coddling something in his hand.

Redd's legs became almost parallel to his head when he hit the ground He instinctive let threw his hands behind his head-- the second his shoulder hit the floor he bucked his legs forwards, pushing off with his hands which brought him back to his feet. People stood in awe around him-- baffled at how quickly and how well.. fluently he'd done this. No time to tend to his adoring fans now. He shunpoed after him, He was in fact faster than Redd'd the only way he'd been able to catch up to him was because he'd stopped once again for a pack of fusion gum.
"Hey! Don't you know stealing is wrong ? ... at least the way you're doing it is... "
He micro shunpoed-- having snatched the pack of gum from the males hand in his stupor. At this moment he didn't really care who or what he was... just having someone that he could share something with was enough for him. He let his inner child run wild when he was on these candy runs his eyes gleaming with the thoughts of his child hood-- now muddied over with the struggle between good and evil...

First one to get the most candy and get out with wins. 1-2-3-G-
He'd started at a run-- dis appearing as he stepped into a shunpo no even finishing his syllable before he was gone. There was thumping sounds as things flew off the shelves accompanied by a small thudding sound as Redd's molecules forced themselves in the place where air previously was. In and out of existence he seemed to fly anything he could get his hands on. chocolate gummy's and at one point a bar of soap which he'd mistook for candy. He turned back to see if the other person was behind him, though not far enough to actually see. Either way it was irrelevant to how Redd was feeling Wind whipped through His hair as he flitted about the store laughter forming from what seemed like nowhere followed close behind him.
He'd appeared just out side of the sensors in front of the doors walking out as casualy as ever.. pockets full and a perma-grin wiped across his face. Right passt the man in his monkey suit.

[size=11]Desalmado paused only when another stranger started calling him out. Wrong? It was wrong? Nothing was wrong, everything was beautiful. The color and the flavor of sweets was good. The speed he ran at was good. The joy he felt was good. What could possibly be wrong here? The stranger approached him and carefully took the gum from his fingers, talking. He thought that the other was probably going to chastise him, as adults tend to do. However, something different happened.

The stranger got a gleam in his eye. The young arrancar recognized it immediately. A child lived in this adult. A child, rising to meet another child. Their childishness was a camaraderie that nothing could break but each other, over reasons never big and only as small as their bodies. Everything was a game, everything could be played with. The world was not one oyster, but a sea full of them with an uncountable number of pearls and disappointments and they would seek every oyster until sated.

Just like that, stealing became a game. A competition. And Desalmado was sure he was going to win, just as the stranger must've been sure. The adults, confused and concerned, couldn't understand a stranger who spoke to the air and then disappeared. Desalmado landed on a shelf, grinning from ear to ear. "You're on!" He shouted into the air, and disappeared himself.

There were quite a few concerns with this game, of course. What counted as candy? How much? How would they measure the amount of candy? What was the time limit? But the children didn't care. Winning was not the only thing here, it was also the joy of running and laughing, competition for the sake of competition and the feeling of comrades in thievery and speed. Nothing was like it. Nothing could replace it. They both knew this, and so they both ran with all they could muster.

Desalmado grabbed everything he could. Jelly beans, gummi bears, swedish fish, caramel chocolates and hard caramel candies. Lolipops, sweet baked things, chips, trail mix, even sweet cereals. He took everything he could and more. Of course, there was also the phrase 'get out with it', but Desalmado didn't pay attention to that little detail. He was not so... cleverly minded. He just focused on gathering as much as he could with his impressive speed. /size]

Redd sighed, kicking up a few rocks in the parking lot of the store.
Of course that kid was going to win-- after all he hadn't said when they should leave he'd only grabbed what he could a ran. His words sparked to mine
"Who can get the most candy and get out the fastest."
Well he'd certianly beaten him at getting out but at the end of the day it only mattered how much you had to fill your belly with and he'd failed in this aspect. He raised a hand that was a small bit lighter than the choclate that it held. Redd munched on this as he waited-- the security guard eyesing him suspiciously. But on what grounds did he have to suspect him? sure he'd been seen... but not seen stealing he was in the clear as far as he was concerned. Wrappers began to accumulate around his feet. He'd been sitting in an upright fetal position on the edge of the curb this entire time. This wasn't because the other boy was taking long not at al but because of Redd's own speed and sweet tooth
In reality he'd been waiting just over a minute But it felt like an eternity to anyone who went through sweets as fast as he did.
Thinking back to how the boy had been eating on the move Redd smiled. How glorious that idea was-- what did he care if he was caught? after all being stealthy while stealing was just a formality if anyone was to try and detain him he would soundly wipe the fucking floor with them ---- Fact.
But being a division 2 member meant being stealthy in everything you did ... especially if you were the vice captian.
He didin't like to toot his own horn but he DID have to set an example .. and while stealing might not been the best was to do it. Stealing while in STEALTH mode was the best of a bad situation.
He turned-- looking for the other boy who was near his age... in appearance anyway. where had he gone.... ?

Redd stood as the streak of white had come rocketing out form the store. He'd been close to thinking he was ditched-- and had been stareing at the floor in front of him, smacking his lips on some kind of new gum. His only warning that He'd arrived was the cry of the security guard who was being keenly watched by Redd as he made his way over. In fact the only reason Desalmado had struck this man in the first place is because he was just reaching the center of the walkway when he'd come out.

The fall of the younger boy had cause Redd to grimace... His head slid across the tarred pavement like it only would in a cartoon.
Hoooo...ly shit
Lept into his thoughts as he raised a semi-balled up fist to his mouth with a look of horror plastered onto his features. Small white flecks of the boys flesh had clearly been torn by the the pavement littering the ground with speckles.. resembling the night sky almost
A wave of relief had washed over Redd as the boy stood. He'd fully expected him to cry, seeing as how small he was compared to him. He hate-hate-hated crying.. and any variation of it, whining, sobbing, dry-heaving it was all over for him once signs of these were shown.

Redd knew from the get-go that this boy was an arrancar, the moment he saw him he sensed the presence of one... and he hadn't yet decided if he cared. Scaratch that he did... and he was going to act on it. He shook his head as the bad of sweets was raised towards him-- paying no attention to the obvious regeneration of the boy's face-- atleast not noticeably. He'd slowly been confirming every bit of this in his mind making sure all the signs added up-- not wanting to mistake this for something it wasn't.

Redd raised his hand in a stopping motion apologetically. smiling down at the arrancarr before him.
"No thanks I should probably get back to.. errr..
Redd was at a loss for words.. he never expected having to fake out of a situation-- it wasn't in his nature to lie and in all honesty he wasn't lying he'd been gone for quite some time now-- paperwork to be done monsters to be killed all that mess.
Redd turned from the male starting to walk away-- true he had to get back but there was no need to RUSH back why not do a little free-running while he was here?
"I should probably get back"
He'd only repeated his last sentence-- not wanting to give the arrancarr more information that he wanted to give it. He feared that if he was to let him know who-- or rather what Redd was he would attack.. and he'd only just come to the conclusion that this particular monster was harmless... that is... unless he didn't watch where he was going.